When a meaning is not the answer,
Where a dream beyond the leaves in autumn,
My friend, let the fire of love be your lover,
Hold it tight as the whispers in the wind,
Don't you know ? Love is a beautiful fact,
Whenever darkness cover me, you were my light,
Like an arrow that shot to the sky,
Between illusion and memory,
So why do you still shy ?,
Come, and be a day.
ps : this poem is for someone who always care for me.
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